"bowser" poems
Loyalty
They talk about loyalty,
Like it’s a fantasy,
They talk about loyalty,
But have no clue, what it means.
They talk about equality,
Like it’s currently happening,
They talk about democracy,
But have no clue, what it means.
Glocks aimed at cops,
Glocks aimed back at someone’s pop,
Many lives have been lost over Gaup.
Gaup that buys whips and thots.
All got something to prove,
But to who?
All got something to lose,
What will you choose?
If money equal power,
Than why is the taste so sour?
After all the castles and ivory towers.
You’re left a lonely dragon like bowser.
Loyalty tell me what it means to me?
To hang with royalty,
Or help those in poverty.
The place I used to be.
Helping people like me.
That society has coated with a cloak of invisibility.
Because they can’t stand minorities.
And that’s why we can’t stand authorities.
A toxic cycle that stems from a different ideology.
Instead of equality,
We have uniformity,
Instead of democracy,
We have white supremacy.
Instead of loyalty,
We have hypocrisy.
They talk about loyalty,
Like it’s a fantasy,
They talk about loyalty,
But have no clue, what it means.
They talk about equality,
Like it’s currently happening,
They talk about democracy,
But have no clue, what it means.
Too many broken promises,
I feel like James Sie,
Losing all his cabbages.
But since we are deemed as savages,
All the damages attributed,
Are treated as shenanigans,
Instead of answering calls to action,
We have a government completely dumbfounded.
Instead of compassion,
We are harassed and hounded.
We still got all lot of work to do.
And I hope one day we’ll have a breakthrough!
For we all got something to prove?
But to who? Maybe for me or for you!
All got something to lose,
If we never take the time to put on another’s shoe.
So, what will you choose?
Will you help light the fuse?
Or treat this issue like your alarm clock,
And put in on snooze?
Who will you be loyal to?
Your heart? Or to your privilege?
Hmm…
They talk about loyalty,
Like it’s a fantasy,
They talk about loyalty,
But have no clue, what it means.
They talk about equality,
Like it’s currently happening,
They talk about democracy,
But have no clue, what it means.
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 8:26 PM UTC
Yesterday was not a fun day.
I saved the (my) world
but not the princess
She's on a different planet
Trapped in another castle.
Waiting for me
To fight my way through
Every demon that's ever
been in our way.
And I do promise,
that I'll break those shackles free.
I may not be your modern day Mario
but there's no Bowser this time -
I wouldn't be scared if there was.
Because; Zelda. Meet your Link
The Master-sword on my back means
There's no challenge I won't accept.
That I won't over-come.
Yes, she might be an angel
Sent down the heavens.
But me? I am Kratos.
The God of War.
So you can bet your ***
I will destroy every thing
In my path towards her,
and nothing will stop me.
She doesn't even know she's a princess
It's your classic tale.
*Yet I wouldn't have it any other way,
Meet your knight in shining armor.*
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
If we were together,
And you had been captured,
By a villainous turtle,
Who's name was bowser.
I'd come and save you.
Without any mushrooms.
I'd dodge the hot lava,
And jump over the flowers.
Forget the gold coins,
I'd run past them all.
I'd come find my princess,
Like on n64.
I'd swim through the water,
Past the piranhas.
I'd raid the castle.
And beat the boss battle.
'Cause Peach, There's no me,
Until I find you, And you're set free.
Because Peach,
I am coming. I won't stop running.
Til your in my arms.
Where you're always safe.
You can wear my red hat,
We can have a pet Yoshi.
Because Peach there's no me,
But I am comming back.
Mushroom kingdom will never be the same again.
On a grassy hill, in our giant palace,
I'm not scared of any ghosts.
My sites are set,
On the clouds in the sky,
And tower in the distance.
I'm not scared of any stones,
That will try to crush me,
I'm going to do my best,
To keep my timing.
'Cause Peach, There's no me,
Until I find you, And you're set free.
Because Peach,
I am coming. I won't stop running.
Til your in my arms.
Where you're always safe.
You can wear my red hat,
We can have a pet Yoshi.
Because Peach there's no me,
But I am comming back
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
I’m hanging up my dungarees,
And doing so for good,
The video game cover art doesn’t
Acknowledge me like it should,
My brother gets his name in lights,
While I do half the work,
All the sibling rivalry,
Is driving me berserk,
I can beat the Koopa Troopas
And stomp on Bowser too,
But I only see the light of day
If there’s a player two,
And they’re rarely ever any good,
I never reach the bosses,
It’s always game over screens
And endless 1-up losses,
So I’m hanging up my dungarees,
For the final time,
I won’t go saving Peach tomorrow,
I’ll start towing my own line,
There’s no Goombas and Koopas,
Out there that I’m needed to startle
And for some reason, it’s always your princess,
Not mine, who’s in another castle.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
I just hate bein a goomba, if you couldn't tell.
I get stepped on all the time and hit by koopa shells!
Bowser's always yellin at me and telling me to go,
but he can't even stop that Super Mario!
King Koopa's laughin high up in his tower,
as he's pointin down at me.
Here they come with Fire Power!
Super Mario and Luigi!
I could'a been a man eater,
or even a koopa troopa.
Might'a been a bottom sea feeder.
I just hate bein a goomba.
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
The moment you graced my presence, my mind switched to 16-bit mode.
You was a classic type of adventure, one evolution rarely shows.
All these side quest chicks you made me put on pause soon to be ended.
Cause playing sandbox style wasn't the type of image you've given.
Hips more curved than a sonic loop makin me want to do a quick run thru.
But your eyes told no lies they made me more than see.
That your quest was bigger than any final fantasy
So I'm taking my time to learn this pattern
To figure out how to beat your robot masters
Stage 1 your name Stage 2 your number skip to stage 6 make sure I'm the thoughts in your slumber
My mind's so focused my inputs gotta be right
One wrong move and I lose my last life tonight
No save points just passwords you say I gotta learn your codes
Wouldn't dream of cheating ya besides I don't know what buttons to hold.
Well **** baby you say that I made it to the end?
What's that? To see the true ending I gotta... Beat it.... Again?
But there's somethin about you that just seems worth the hassle.
Cause you got me jumping like mario racing to bowser's castle.
You're as cunning as zelda, as sweet as peach
As scary as you want when you feel your inner sheik.
You got a smile more connected than the perfect tetris
An old school star that's leavin me feelin rather hectic.
Cause you see it's so easy playing for the highscore
But when ya add a lil passion you don't get as easily bored
So I see this challenge as straight 2D
No circular levels just a series of puzzles between you and me
Let's make this purely one on one a street fighter thing.
No crossover tag action hyper fighting fling
See you got it all twisted just check my guide book
A good portion of character data is written on your look
Quick call doctor mario I think I got the flu
I need help tryin to convey these abstract thoughts to you
See you're like 16-bit beginnings hand drawn and expertly crafted
drawn so precisely each movement in action
So I'm focused on this quest like them double dragon twins
Ready for whatever final boss you got at the end
It makes everything worthwhile when I see your beauty on the go
And I drop my ps3 world to switch to my 16-bit mode
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
Start
I ran all over this world looking for you
sprinted across the landscape, collecting money
so that when I reached you, I could treat you like the princess
that you are.
I overcame all obstacles in my path
jumping, ducking, and even making myself a bigger person
so that I could reach you.
Now at last I see your home on the horizon
and I enter the door, crossing all the traps designed to stop me
from reaching you, my love.
I become the man I was meant to be as I climb
the final staircase, and stare at the door that holds my princess
inside.
I open the door and cross the threshold
I'm here princess. I cross to the bed to find it empty.
"You'll never see your princess alive!"
God **** it bowser.
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 9:10 PM UTC
N64 Flow
Controllers Rattling
Mario Battling Bowser
Solar Traveling
Star Foxin for hours
Toy Boxes, Trinkets, and World watches
Sipping Soda fizzing
Eating crunchy Frito Snippets
Watching ***** Wonka
wishing I had a golden ticket
Scraped knees, Bicycle Tracking
Wilds woods equal childhood
Blueberry & cheery picking
Kisses from a girl who was
older are still vivid
No witnesses were present, but presents were still given
In the form of innocence
It's was nothing but child play
Assorted memories
Become a part of my current day
Who's to say that I've changed?
As I reminisce, my past was forged of oddities, deceptions of tall tales and everyday Odyssey's
Pictures of wild women, explicit ***********
Disney diluted story's and fictional prophecies
Depictions that lacked religion
Late night Toonami dreams
Insights from other youth
that didn't make sense logically
Visits to the water fountain periodically
Teacher said there's no such thing as dumb questions
but they never answered honestly
Everything I've learned from life
I've already learned from Monopoly
I'm always landing on GO,
therefore I'm moving with the green
House rules obviously
You can interpret that as currency
in our current state physically
But I just see it as a
constant stream of positivity
To create is a state that is channeled by electricity
Childhood memories is my youths ticket for authenticity
Those days were full of fun and madness
This excitement couldn't have been replicated by a smartphone nor tablet
Sunshine & green grass actual outdoor access
Inhale curiosity, exhale the astonishing
Running at full speed, gunning at high velocity
The excitement was never ending
a continuous lottery
Summer books I would never read
Instead, I drew in the summer breeze
Illustrations of disfigured stick figure's and murderous scenes
I realize that I have no idea, who I'm destined to be
I don't know where my next travels will lead
I am but nomad upon a land with no wagon or steed
**** these contraptions for my actions speak louder then screens
An N64 and one controller is all I need
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
M – Making Bowser pay for his diabolic plans
A – As chubby as a small pig
R – Running through tubes
I – Is very friendly
O – On his first of 100 lives (Still)
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
That tree
The oak out front
The one indelibly tattooed on me
In full moon light
When everyone is quiet
Above all imposed virtue
Moreys
Those vanish
Comfortably in their dreamscapes
Meeting their lives love
Committing Crimes
They would never imagine
Appropriate
Necessary
Fair
Or in some cases
Riding on the back
Of an ice cream donkey
Into the sunset
In that quiet
I can see
With all certainty
Who that tree really is
Im looking into the eye of a scowling Bowser
Two eight-limbed horns
This is the tree
That triple dog dares me
To stop squatting
Not this front porch
Unfiltered and French inhaling
Sighing because this tree
Is shaming me with its boughs
Leave!
It dares me
And I will
I should
So I can find
Like the dreamers above
my life's love
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
For this game
We don’t need a Nintendo
We don’t need a Wii
Not even a switch
The rules are simple:
Peachy can defeat Bowser only if Bowser removes his mask
He can do this himself or let it fall off in time
Peachy sees Bowser differently than everyone else
She doesn’t notice he’s not as appealing to the eye
She doesn’t notice that he breathes fire whenever he speaks
His grip is tighter than what she’s used to
He’s not always himself but snaps back when she realizes it
He adores her as an object, not as a Princess
She cries, he comforts her
But eventually her tears becomes his rage points
Each and every last one of them
Peachy is confused
He says he loves her
He says he’ll be ****** if he leaves her
But she knows he means well
Even if she doesn’t always believe it
Even if she doesn’t always understand him
Bowser stops caring
Bowser goes behind her back to pick another peachy
But he fails
Miserably
And he takes it out on her
Peachy stopped wearing pink
Bowser didn’t like it
She stopped wearing makeup
He said she can never match it right
She even stopped wearing her gold crown
Bowser can’t stand it on her
It reflects everything he’ll never be
It makes her attract the looks of Mario & Luigi
Peachy wouldn’t give away what’s Bowser’s
Initially, at least
But Daisy inspired her
And Rosalina guided her to better
While Pauline reminded her who she was
Peachy is herself again!
Bowser loss his own game
He thought he was smarter than Peachy
But Peachy outsmarted him long before they crossed paths
She wore her crown with grace
With elegance and with confidence
Things Bowser couldn’t dream of on his worst day
What was once a daily unwinnable final boss battle
Has turned into a well won victory for Princess Peachy!
-Mia J
7/7/2025
© 2025 Mia J
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
I'm so messed up, and so ****** but your magical, and amazingly pretty….
And every-time i think about you, I can't help but cry,
Because somehow in God’s plan, I earned you, don’t know how or why.
Your an angel, so divine. Completely holy, sanctified.
We don't, cant. It just doesn't make sense.
But without you i'm just so tense….
I'm just another piece of trash, throw me away.
I can earn your love, one day...
Week in, and my heart can't stop pumping,
God, i hope you never hurt or dump me.
Blood rushes to my head,
If this keeps up, one of us will end up dead!
Saying rash things and having bad ideas.
Except now I have a reason,
Write a song and hope to the day,
That you love this one, like you loved the one i wrote yesterday…
Do anything, long as it’s for you!
Even if you ask completely out of the blue!
God I'm, so, stupidly stressed,
Being away from you for so long, makes me want to go on a quest.
Need to save you, from a giant spiky tortoise,
Dodge his fireballs and continue on, I have a crazy purpose….
Get to your chamber, unlock the doors,
Being told your elsewhere, I fall on all fours.
Readjust my shroomy hat, and off I go,
To save my princess, cause you couldn't find a Mario.
But i don't mind, not in the slightest.
Long as I’m on my quest, I’m covered in your brightness.
I can’t breathe, or think, without you listening.
My heartbeat, near you, is incredibly crippling.
I want to... Will you let me?
I'm in young love, and i can't flee.
Wouldn't want to if i could, i love this Spider’s trap,
I'm so enraptured by it, just like rhyme and rap…
Messed up on adrenaline, and the way your hair smells,
I’m hearing the sound of all the school bells,
Signaling we must be apart yet again,
But my love for you is impossible to comprehend...
So wait for me, dearest, I’ll save you yet!
Until, our love, long this poem, is finished, so never I bet.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
I had to travel through eight worlds to save Princess Peach.
But she's about as warm and caring as a blood ******* leech.
After killing seven fake Bowsers, I finally destroyed the real one.
I did it to save Peach but it was something I shouldn't have done.
She turned out to be a snob, she called me dumb and Luigi dumber.
She said that we're worthless in her eyes because we're just plumbers.
I had to fight turtles and Goombas and I told her that I deserved to be thanked.
She said that I'm dust beneath her feet and I decided that she should be spanked.
I put her over my knee and I spanked that soft ***
She cried and cried which proves that she has no class.
I was only given a few lives and I had to travel through thirty-two levels to be able to win.
I would've dumped Peach in the lava instead of Bowser if I had things to do over again.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
Ah ..Its a mean dream with a vicious atitude
Dont run too fast the sun is beaming on you
Cause that $ aint worth sweating .
Think about that! While fetching.
Cant run forever more when more is not there waiting.
Facades get drawn out to chase be careful.. its a mirage.
If Good life is only good with a piece of paper, nice car n a garage.
Then we aint make it . we're failing .
There are people only here, i mean they are there when paper flowing.
Then they disappear like
hokuspokus .
Gone in the wind
Another day another rewind .
Another day to spit back at the mistakes behind.
Only things left hang on to that last memory.
Dont Dip n dap with just any celery .
Green wise man keeps it kosher
Only when his heart is bowser.
Filled up with consistent care
For the people that are actually here.
Or it will come to a Fin.
With no one that would give.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
My dad Joe, was a gift from heaven, put on this earth to love only one woman.
To have their children and love them true, each day with my dad was one in which you grew.
He loved and cherished each one of us three, Philip, Jacqueline & Christopher - with Hilda, his love, by his side the family was complete.
Riding a bike, driving a car, hiking up cliffs, hitting a ball, roller skating, skate boarding, travelling far, our Dad was always there to catch us lest we should fall.
Sunday trips to the beach or river, climbing Kit Hill, trips to Morwelham Quay, treks on Dartmoor, ice cream treats, and Callard & Bowser toffee
.
Swimming, body surfing, Phil learning to drive on the beach, French cricket played on the shore, all of these outings gave us fond memories we still adore.
Traveling with Chris and Mum on sunny days, staying in B&B's while they were away, Chris long jumping into the pit with Dad by his side was as good as it could get.
Dad gave us each the tools to live our lives, independently, confident and worldly wise.
He gave to me a love of the three P's - people, politics, and poetry.
To my brothers, he gave a love of all sports but mostly his beloved Cricket along with Rugby and Athletics.
When each of us married he was there by our sides, smiling with pride, accepting our partners into the fold.
To us all he advised don't do as I say or as you are told; seek out what or who makes you happy until you grow old.
As our families expanded and grew he became a Grandad, first Michael came then Simon, Jason, Robert, Sophie, Danny, Sammy, Lola, and Jonah, he encouraged them in all that they did whether sports, drawing, dancing, work choices - 9 Grandchildren kept him busy as you can imagine.
Then later in life as Great Grandchildren were added Tansy, Alfie & Roman, life remained busy.
My Dad was one in a million of that I am sure, I feel his presence every day, when out walking I feel he's not far away.
When I'm playing with the grandchildren I know he's there too, smiling with pride in everything they do.
When the family get together he's never forgotten and all of his grandchildren have their own stories to share; of Grandad and his sense of humour, his love, support, and care.
We miss you, Joe ***
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
They called him, Paddy,
Who brought the old world here,
With curses, **** and beer.
We called him Towser,
A cur-mixed bowser;
A dog with a bone.
Both lived at home.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Click here now
Puppy dog chow
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Thought disallowed
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To be part of the crowd
The buyer’s locked
In a liar’s box
On Firefox
In only socks
Click here now
Boom Boom Pow
Click here now
For music that’s loud
Click here now
For soothing sounds
Listen to your peers
Receiving cheers
While you stay here
With a computer near
Click here now
Look what I found
Click here now
**** singles around
Click here now
To be gagged and bound
Open your browser
And act like Bowser
Buy a Mauser
Or trendy trousers
Click here now
I’ll make you say wow
Click here now
I’ll show you how
Click here now
To slowly drown
Ignore your tasks
And buy a flask
Tell your past
Or buy a mask
I keep clicking
Like the gun to my head
Finger flicking
Laying in bed
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
Bonjourno, paisanos!
Didn’t think I could say actual words,
right?
Most of us virtual protagonists
like Pac Man and Crash Bandicoot
don’t talk much since we are
systematically required to listen
to enemy plans and damsel-in-distress gratitudes,
to actively work to stay alive,
making it hard to breathe
and cough up a sentence or two.
Now that I momentarily have the freedom
of [legitimate] speech,
I’ll let you in on my thoughts
about comrades, enemies, and my abilities…
Most days I can’t stand
how a princess like Toadstool
keeps falling into the wrong hands.
Even us characters have a life
when gaming systems power off.
Most days I’m not the only hero
but the co-hero.
Though most times my friend Toad and brother Luigi
are scared of warding off intrusions,
they’re my only reinforcements.
My archnemesis Bowser and his army of koopa-turtles and armless goombas
aren’t too bright.
When Bowser acquires power-ups beyond
my virtual abilities as an inner-city plumber,
I scurry to find others who know
Bowser’s vulnerable spots
and who help me gain acrobatic abilities.
The food I eat
Provides strength and focus--
like mushrooms that make me grow taller, smaller, and lengthen
my lifespan.
I’m sure some of you wish
you could hop across wide crevices
or defeat troublesome figures.
Thanks to gamers and patrons
who adventure through space and evolving scenery
with me.
I hope in the midst of Rockwell-style art in motion,
you all take away real-life lessons.
Wahoo!
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
Jumping through the air
snagging coins as I go.
Beware the cruel plants in the garden.
Bright stars give me power,
to vanquish my enemies.
The goombas never had a chance.
Blazing through the castle keep,
dodging everything that comes at me.
Bowser tries his best,
But I bring the hammer down swiftly.
The princess is mine again.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC